Page 95 of Ruthlessly Mated
“Just tell her. Now, boys, I have other patients to see. Don’t worry, a little moodiness is normal.”
Conroy
“She’s not telling us something,” Damon says after we are shooed out of the clinic.
“No. She’s not.”
“She can’t. She has to keep medical things confidential,” Tailor says.
“She has to keep them confidential, but there’s nothing Kita needs to keep from us. We should know everything about her.”
“I don’t know about that,” Tailor says. “She’s allowed privacy.”
I look at Damon. Damon looks back at me and gives a light shrug.
“Why don’t we just tell her that the doctor wants to see her and let her go see the doctor. If there’s something wrong, we will find out then,” Tailor says. He’s being the voice of reason again. He loves to do that. Loves to be the one who makes sense. He handled all the money at the old port, and the logistics. I managed leadership issues. Damon handled surveillance and underhand activities.
With Kita, things have settled into a similar pattern, but I am not as happy to just leave the outcome to him when it comes to her. I want to know what is happening. Every detail. I want to know what’s going on with Kita. I want to know it now.
I am realizing that Tailor was wrong and the doctor was right. We need to talk to our mate. We need to go home.
Kita is waiting for us when we arrive. She is standing at the front door, arms folded over her chest, and an expression of true irritation on her pretty features.
“Where did you all go?” She asks the question in demanding tones.
“We were in town,” Tailor says.
She looks at all of us, visibly annoyed. “Well, you didn’t tell me, did you? I’m not allowed to go anywhere without telling you anything, but you get to all just disappear without saying a word. I didn’t know what had happened. For all I knew, a vampire had come and eaten you all.”
“You were asleep. We didn’t want to wake you. You’ve been very tired lately.”
She flinches away from Tailor’s soothing hand and practically growls at him. “Don’t touch me,” she hisses. “I didn’t know where any of you were. I thought we weren’t allowed to do that. I’m not allowed to just go out, you’d all chase me down and beat me if I did that, and you did it as if it didn’t matter. Such a fucking double standard.”
She pushes past all of us and goes stamping out the door.
“Kita! The doctor wants to see you.” I call out.
Kita whips around, her eyes narrowed, her face pale and pinched with annoyance. “Why?”
“We don’t know. She just asked us to let you know on our way past.”
We are now lying to our mate, and she might be lying to us, at least by omission. Something is going on.
“Is something happening that we should be aware of, Kita?”
“What do you mean?” She is immediately defensive.
“You’ve been acting more… Well, worse, lately.”
I feel Damon slide into the shadows. I don’t see it, I just know he’s gone. Tailor backs me up. Or hides behind me. One of the two. Kita transforms, not into her wolf self, but into some other kind of feminine entity I don’t quite recognize.
“I’ve been acting worse? I’ve been your little captive for weeks now. I haven’t gone anywhere. I haven’t done anything. I haven’t tried to kill any vampires. I haven’t stolen any rare and dangerous artifacts. I’ve spent my days wasting my life, just like you wanted, being a fuck receptacle for all of you and feeling my brain liquefy and slide out of my ears.”
Her tone is incredibly harsh, vicious with feral rage. Her eyes are narrowed and there is something… different about her. She smells different. She looks different. She looks like the female incarnation of rage.
“Are you bored? Is that it?”
“Bored?” She spits the word as loud as possible. “I am more than bored. I am ruined. That’s what I am. I am a pointless creature who only exists to produce more creatures. I am a vessel. That’s it. That’s all you think of me as. That’s all any of you care about. Breeding me. You make it sound hot, but it’s actually the same as neutering me.”
